You wipe the dust off of the folder. Countless photos of you, past and present, fall to the cold tiled floor. You pick them. A strange feeling grips your body.
A photo that Dad took of you on your 5th Birthday party. You have no memory of that day.
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A photo that Dad took of you in front of the band. You cannot recall when this picture was taken. Most likely because Dad used to take so many.
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A crumbled document. You are unable to make out the text.
![document.jpg document.jpg](https://m.gjcdn.net/content/750/30242410-qdn6izmz-v4.webp)
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